Zivot je

An arable field barely a small room size, mountainous grass sprouting between the stones, a wild pear tree all grown with brush-wood but still so apposite to be engraft, water appearing from the very rocks, a colony of bees fugitives settled into an oak-tree cavity, connection with the world from a high top – all this means the life, all this is a miracle of the life, all this seems to be a God blessed gift in the harsh karst of Montenegro.